Chapter: 397
"How could this be?" Red Snake was shocked.
Dare to feel that in this wild organization, there are not only people who can race cars, but also professional hackers?
If so, what kind of wild organization is it called?
They are almost catching up with the talents in their Morun Pavilion.
A trace of resentment passed through Leng Tien's black eyes, and it seemed that he was negligent.
........
Qiao Yimo raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the computer screen with satisfaction, then deleted the log-in traces and turned off the computer.
Fortunately, she rushed to top his account before Mo Runge found out her information.
Qiao Yimo raised her eyebrows, and a trace of contempt flashed under her eyes. She thought Mo Runge's people were so powerful........
I was fooled by myself twice, they should be very angry.
And the study on the other side.
Looking at the account footprints left by hackers on the screen, how do you feel a little familiar?
The man's slender fingers tapped regularly on the table, making noises. Suddenly, his mind flashed through the blackmail of the Morun Pavilion system a while ago.
Could it be that the same person was behind the scenes last time and this time?
Leng Juo's mouth twitched lightly, revealing an evil spirit.
Not long afterwards, there was a knock on the door outside the study.
"It's me, Lord Tired!"
"come in!"
Leng Tiong's low and dumb voice slowly sounded.
The black snake opened the door and walked in.
"How did you find it?" The man's voice was somewhat cold.
"Master Jun, we just checked the evidence of the absence of those few people, so we haven't found out!"
"Oh?" The man was taken aback for a moment, and a cold anger flashed across his calm face.
The black snake bowed ninety degrees and respectfully said: "Master Tired, I'm sorry, we are useless!"
Hearing this, Leng Tiong tapped his fingertips on the table, his eyebrows calmed down, "If they don't make any noise in the S city, then forget it! You can't be blamed for this."
It seems that this person is hiding very well.
There is information that Leng's family can't find.
A hint of playfulness flashed through the man's deep eyes.
........
Early the next morning.
Two people lay on the big white bed.
The morning sun shines on the bed with lazy golden light, which is extremely warm and comfortable.
The silk on the bed was chilling, making the two bodies entangled more and more tightly.
Qiao Yimo slept drowsyly, his body rose in heat.
She just felt as if something was against her waist, awkward, uncomfortable!
So, in a daze, she moved to the empty position beside the bed.
The man behind him opened his lazy eyes and squinted displeasedly, his voice was low and dangerous, "Momo, I'm about to fall out of bed!"
Hearing this, Qiao Yimo opened his eyes dimly and woke up from his dream, facing the man's deep black eyes, his voice was faint, "You have to squeeze me in such a small bed, are you sick? "
A one-meter-eight bed was just enough for her to sleep alone. How could she have thought that this tall, tall, and eight-meter man just wanted to squeeze her.
Sleeping really uncomfortably!
With that said, instead of being angry, the man chuckled lightly, took her from the bedside into his arms, and joked: "Well, I'm sick. You have to cure this sickness!"
"Boring!" There was an expression on Qiao Yimo's face, but his hand didn't push the man away, but after a few seconds after speaking, he continued to sleep in his arms.
Leng Juo's mouth was doted and his eyes were tender.
Suddenly, the harmonious picture was awakened by a cell phone ringing.
Leng Juo turned his head and touched Qiao Yimo's forehead, "Hey, your phone rang."
Hearing this, Qiao Yimo immediately got up from his sleep, for fear that the call would be received by a man.
She was afraid that someone from the organization would call her, and if a man received it, she would reveal her stuff.
"Hello?" Qiao Yimo answered the phone from Lengjuan, and his cold voice rang.
"Miss Liang Yin, Mr. Hibbert will be hosting a banquet this Saturday, can you give me a face?" The familiar voice on the other end of the phone rang. JrNovels.com
Dare to feel that in this wild organization, there are not only people who can race cars, but also professional hackers?
If so, what kind of wild organization is it called?
They are almost catching up with the talents in their Morun Pavilion.
A trace of resentment passed through Leng Tien's black eyes, and it seemed that he was negligent.
........
Qiao Yimo raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the computer screen with satisfaction, then deleted the log-in traces and turned off the computer.
Fortunately, she rushed to top his account before Mo Runge found out her information.
Qiao Yimo raised her eyebrows, and a trace of contempt flashed under her eyes. She thought Mo Runge's people were so powerful........
I was fooled by myself twice, they should be very angry.
And the study on the other side.
Looking at the account footprints left by hackers on the screen, how do you feel a little familiar?
The man's slender fingers tapped regularly on the table, making noises. Suddenly, his mind flashed through the blackmail of the Morun Pavilion system a while ago.
Could it be that the same person was behind the scenes last time and this time?
Leng Juo's mouth twitched lightly, revealing an evil spirit.
Not long afterwards, there was a knock on the door outside the study.
"It's me, Lord Tired!"
"come in!"
Leng Tiong's low and dumb voice slowly sounded.
The black snake opened the door and walked in.
"How did you find it?" The man's voice was somewhat cold.
"Master Jun, we just checked the evidence of the absence of those few people, so we haven't found out!"
"Oh?" The man was taken aback for a moment, and a cold anger flashed across his calm face.
The black snake bowed ninety degrees and respectfully said: "Master Tired, I'm sorry, we are useless!"
Hearing this, Leng Tiong tapped his fingertips on the table, his eyebrows calmed down, "If they don't make any noise in the S city, then forget it! You can't be blamed for this."
It seems that this person is hiding very well.
There is information that Leng's family can't find.
A hint of playfulness flashed through the man's deep eyes.
........
Early the next morning.
Two people lay on the big white bed.
The morning sun shines on the bed with lazy golden light, which is extremely warm and comfortable.
The silk on the bed was chilling, making the two bodies entangled more and more tightly.
Qiao Yimo slept drowsyly, his body rose in heat.
She just felt as if something was against her waist, awkward, uncomfortable!
So, in a daze, she moved to the empty position beside the bed.
The man behind him opened his lazy eyes and squinted displeasedly, his voice was low and dangerous, "Momo, I'm about to fall out of bed!"
Hearing this, Qiao Yimo opened his eyes dimly and woke up from his dream, facing the man's deep black eyes, his voice was faint, "You have to squeeze me in such a small bed, are you sick? "
A one-meter-eight bed was just enough for her to sleep alone. How could she have thought that this tall, tall, and eight-meter man just wanted to squeeze her.
Sleeping really uncomfortably!
With that said, instead of being angry, the man chuckled lightly, took her from the bedside into his arms, and joked: "Well, I'm sick. You have to cure this sickness!"
"Boring!" There was an expression on Qiao Yimo's face, but his hand didn't push the man away, but after a few seconds after speaking, he continued to sleep in his arms.
Leng Juo's mouth was doted and his eyes were tender.
Suddenly, the harmonious picture was awakened by a cell phone ringing.
Leng Juo turned his head and touched Qiao Yimo's forehead, "Hey, your phone rang."
Hearing this, Qiao Yimo immediately got up from his sleep, for fear that the call would be received by a man.
She was afraid that someone from the organization would call her, and if a man received it, she would reveal her stuff.
"Hello?" Qiao Yimo answered the phone from Lengjuan, and his cold voice rang.
"Miss Liang Yin, Mr. Hibbert will be hosting a banquet this Saturday, can you give me a face?" The familiar voice on the other end of the phone rang. JrNovels.com
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